a winding walk in the woods

Weeding

I was reminded again today, How important it is to weed My own garden and How difficult and even dangerous it is, To try to weed, Someone else’s ground.

Not knowing what is planted in that soil, It is easy to pull a flower in its beginnings, Mistaking it for a weed. Leaving a gaping wound whose Healing takes such time And effort that one tires into exhaustion.

In the heat of the moment, One is served best by Searching out and extracting, Personal weeds as carefully as possible, Leaving the care of another’s plot, Safely in the owner’s loving hands.